Office Relationship Novels & Stories

I said. "Some of them," he said. "In the form of relationships. People who were part of the building and who have — expectations. About the nature of the relationship." I looked at him. "The phone call," I said. He met my gaze. "One of those relationships," he said. "Requiring management." I sat with the full account of what I had been given.

I must go check out the timetable for confirmation. "I should make it clear to you all. Mr O'Briens and I having nothing together, we only have employee and employer relationship.. nothing more!" I growled at them. They nodded, with a smirked.. I rushed off to check out the timetable. * * Thanatos pov "Good morning, Mr O'Briens!" All the staffs greeted me as I walked in, I simply nod in acknowledgement.. then headed straight to my office. Elvis met me halfway with a file.

“His ex?” I sighed deeply, my head bobbing slowly. “She works as his manager and head of operations too.” Hailey shot her brows up. “You never mentioned that his ex works in his company. What sort of relationship do they have? Is she like the toxic ex?” I bit hard on my bottom lip until I felt the metallic taste of blood. “They have a formal relationship, at least for all I've seen so far. And yeah, she's a bit toxic too…No.” I shook my head, my mind going through all my past encounters with Mia. “...Very toxic.”

"Nah it's just sad to know I would have absolutely no say in the matter but other than that I'm perfectly fine." Andrea continued reading through the contract but then something caught her eyes. "Party B should be willing to undertake tasks that are not work-related." "Sex!" Tracy exclaimed with a straight face clapping her hands together. "What? Shut up!" Andrea yelled out, confused as to why she was growing a bit warm. "What else do you think? Have you seen any of his personal assistants? Maybe you haven't but I did, none of them looked like all they had was an employer and employee relationship."

On the cruise for our high school graduation trip, a woman who looked exactly like me appeared out of nowhere. "Hello, Vesper Monroe. I'm you, ten years from now." Her voice was clear and steady. Shock and joy hit me all at once. I quickly signed back, "You can talk now? No, wait. You mean ten years from now, I can talk? Who cured me? Was it Aiden Tyson?" She smiled and nodded. Happiness flooded through me, and I eagerly pressed her for more. "So, ten years from now, did I marry him? How did our life turn out?" "Very happy. Ten years from now, he cured your illness and gave you your life back. Not only did you marry him, but you also had a beautiful daughter. Your family is whole." I f

The rhythmic sound of the keys echoed through the office, blending with the occasional hum of the printer and the distant chatter of colleagues discussing projects. As he worked, Vihaan's father occasionally reached for a cup of steaming coffee, taking a quick sip to keep himself refreshed and alert. He knew the importance of staying focused and maintaining productivity throughout the day. From time to time, he would pick up the phone, engaging in conversations with clients, colleagues, and business partners. His voice was confident and articulate as he addressed their inquiries, negotiated deals, and provided guidance. Each call was an opportunity to build and strengthen relationships, ensu

another said, not taking the time to lean in. Clarisse overheard them all when she entered. She didn't show anything, but her stomach did tighten a bit. She welcomed everyone with a calm smile, holding onto her files a bit too tightly. When she got to her desk, an email from the HR department flashed on top of her inbox: Subject: Clarification Meeting – Company Relationship Policy Her heart dropped. Meanwhile, upstairs in his glass-walled office, Saben was getting the same message. His jaw clenched as he read it for a long moment. He had known better than to expect anything else eventually, someone was going to ask about their relationship.

“That’s not the same thing.” “No.” I met her eyes. “But it’s a much better explanation than the one where I somehow decided to sabotage the company that employs me, expose myself to a criminal investigation, and then conveniently arrange for the evidence to point to someone in Singapore.” Marcus shifted beside me. Patricia looked down at her notes again. “Let’s discuss your relationship with Mr. Cole.” There it was. “My employment with Mr. Cole is professional.” “You’ve been given an emergency contact designation.” “Yes.” “Full file access.”

I kept my voice conversational. "You've been seen together. Not through intermediaries in person, repeatedly, in places that aren't either of your offices. Which means the relationship is something other than a supply arrangement." I tilted my head slightly. "I'm interested in that relationship. What it is. What it's building toward. The details that don't exist in any documentation." "Why?" "That's my business," I said. "Not yours." He looked at me for a long moment. Something had shifted in his posture a degree of attention that hadn't been there at the ballroom, where I'd been one interesting person among many.

"I don't think so, sir. That's the extent of our relationship. Honestly, I kind of feel sorry for him, he's doing a terrible job, even though he has the skills, and he should be working for a good company, like ours." Bobby moved his chair left and right while smiling at Grace. "The guy who takes me home from work, helps me with personal problems, expects recommendations, and then already knows each other well. Don't you two have a special relationship?" Grace shook her head, then dismissed her boss's words, "Seriously, we don't have any special relationship, sir." Later that evening while relaxing at home, Bobby squealed for Stefan, telling him to sit on one of the expensive sofas in the li